You Booze, You Lose.

I’m sure you were all waiting with bated breath for my second weigh in. Well here’s the thing, I had weighed myself on Thursday and had already lost around 1.5 pounds for the week, but kept my sense of accomplishment to a minimum because I knew there was a giant obstacle in store for me this weekend: I had a friend’s birthday party to celebrate and planned on having my fair share of vodka sodas. Don’t get me wrong, I was super excited to go out, just not excited for the binge-fest that usually follows a hard night of drinking.

I tend to have a serious “fuck it” mentality when I’m hungover and reach for anything full of grease and carbs, thinking that any moment this grilled cheese will cure my hangover. On top of the copious amounts of calories consumed, there is a slim chance in hell you can get me to work out. I consider it a small victory every time I can peel myself off the couch to go to the bathroom. It really doesn’t matter how much I drink, I’m a couch potato the next day no matter what.

Let’s fast forward to Sunday morning when I finally weighed myself. Part of this blog was to post the good, the bad, and the ugly. The scale might have said 167 but I learned a valuable lesson: I can’t drink when I’m trying to lose weight.

In honor of MLK I ran five miles and made some delicious vegan chili. I’d post the recipe but the beauty of chili is that you can throw whatever veggies and spices you want in there and it will be delicious: